as written by Emperor Jester and Krysis
A public library was hardly an inconspicuous place to meet for business, but when a lonely librarian is slipped an extra fifty percent to rent out a conference room, along with some subtle hypnotism, wheels tended to get greased quite easily. Still, it made him uneasy. Being out with daylight was one thing, but more than half the city was probably hunting him. At least, the half that mattered. And so much was on the line, right now, this week, making the risks of being caught or recognized in public all the greater. Still, some things were worth it. Like home. And family. And today concerned both. He couldn't keep his Mates locked in cheap apartments forever. He couldn't stay in the safe house forever. A new manor had to be built. A new stronghold for the new Imperium...It was a necessity.
The conference room would be well lit when his three guests arrived, with curtains drawn. The overly early morning sky had done its best to hide Sol's Light from his skin, and it had done its job well, but Nox would take any chances. A large table sat in the center of the modest room, with enough chairs for more than double the participants the Caer Lord expected, along with a pitcher of water, and a bucket of ice. A similar bucket sat close to its brother, housing similar ice, though with an accompanying bottle of high priced bubbly, for celebration. If things went well.
Today he was dressed in his absolute best. Hair was well groomed, the best it had been in days, freshly washed and oiled. His clothes were hard pressed, helping accentuate his already incredibly sharp features. He smelled of fine cologne, and dressed in blues so dark they almost appeared black, with only his skin and tie giving off any sort of color contrast, a brilliant white like freshly driven snow. He hoped the brothers would be willing to listen to his request before anything else was said. The last job was botched, by no fault of his own, and he deeply regretted it. The Hogans were under his protection now, so failing them had wounded his pride more than he would ever admit, even to himself. Still. He'd told his dear Pierette to warn them of his mood as of late, and had instructed her to warn her brothers of it as well.
He'd only hope they'd listen. Above all else, they had to listen. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to keep his persona in check if they angered him. These were the thoughts on his mind as he waited for a knock on the heavy wooden doors.
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The slender woman, no longer starvation skinny as she had been mere weeks before, had indeed rousted her brother from his home. Robert was easy to convince, though he had barely taken two hours of rest before Pierette was knocking on his door at dawn.
The problem laid with Remy, as usual. This time, there was no hangover. No grouchy morning answer on his phone. They even broke into his apartment and found it empty, clean, and freshly painted. None of these were good signs. Neither was having to explain to the landlord about how they got in (the locks had been changed too) and why. It was only Robert's calm demeanor and natural leadership that got the siblings out of that vat of hot water, instead of ending up in jail themselves.
So while Robert was washing up and getting into a nice suit, 'Rette finally thought to call Charlene, and not just Remy's cellphone. As she squirmed into the egg-plant purple dress that clung to her fresh curves and made her almost look elegant, even with the short mane of blue-and-pink locks, Pierette learned about the drunken brawl the night before, and Remy's pain-killer addled state.
Grim-faced with the news, Robert and Perilous finally made it to the library, mere minutes late. Pier slipped into the meeting room first, hoping to blunt the temper of who she knew waited there. The door was barely shut behind her before she blurted out, "Beloved, I have sad news.".
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A glance over his shoulder, wide eyed and harsh in nature, blue eyes swirling with mixed emotions of aggravation and concern. It was hard to tell which one was winning out, until a heavy sigh escaped from between thin, pursed lips. "I had hoped your first words to me would've been more...optimistic."
The Caer would turn his eyes back away from her, staring once more to the obstructed windows. A dismissive wave of his hand, and another sigh before continuing. "Go on. Tell me what you have to say."
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Pierette suddenly grinned and moved to Nox's side, her eyes twinkling like she could hardly keep from laughing. "Remy picked a fight with a couple of proselytes. He's in the hospital, but has agreed to follow Robert's lead in following your requests."
Then she forced her face to seriousness and glanced to the door. "It is very sad news. They tore the ligaments in his shoulder and broke his collarbone. He is lucky it is not his dominant hand that is so impaired, so he can do some work."
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"Well, at least he got the wounds fighting a foe who deserved it. I appreciate his efforts all the same, in that case. I'll write a check to cover his medical bills, since he got hurt attacking my enemies, even if he didn't know he was doing it." A grin of his own now formed, the first time he'd shown his Pier in quite a while, followed by a rather brief bout of laughter. A different sort of laughter, one without any malice behind it. A laugh that was nothing besides genuine, a rare thing for him, but one that was becoming more and more common as...he found a family again.
"It is unfortunate though. His demeanor makes me rather...amused. In a good way. I am glad you do not share too much of a resemblance with that particular brother in regards to how you act. Feel free to assure him that him not being here will not effect his employment, and that I hope he gets better." A gentle hand would place itself upon her cheek, familiar and cold. "And tell Robert to come inside already. We are all friends here, and besides, hearing him pace is getting rather tiring on these poor old ears."
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Pierette grinned up at Nox and reached up to kiss his cheek, thankfully not leaving a smear of her faint lavender lipstick on the paleness of his skin. She whispered there, "Charlene threatened to sue the proselytes, so to avoid publicity, the Church is covering his bills. But I'll pass the sentiment along."
Then she hurried off to let Robert into the room, glancing over her shoulder to grin at Nox yet again. She knew that a running female sometimes got his attention in ways that were not appropriate for the company of a brother, and taunting him that way was just too much fun to pass up. Besides, she wasn't terribly fast in the glittering platform boots that had buckles up to her knees.
"Come in, Robert!" She called out, even before she reached the door, doing her best to school her expression to worried seriousness as the knob turned.
The eldest brother let himself into the room, giving the stylish pair a quizzical look, uncomfortable in his navy blue, and rather cheap, suit. "Everything alright?" He asked, as if he could do a thing about it even if the answer was 'no'.
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"Ah. Welcome, Robert. Please, make yourself comfortable. And while the news is unfortunate, it is not without a silver lining. Please, come, sit down. Have some water." Nox's voice sounded almost strained, stressed. It had been so long since he had held his love in his arms. Almost four days. Too long. So long that the mere kiss and the dance away from his side had been enough to almost set him on edge. Keeping his eyes from shining when they so badly wanted to was...difficult. Keeping himself from sinking his fangs into her was almost impossible. But many things that others thought were impossible, the Caer Patriarch made real.
"I think you are aware of the complications surrounding the manor rebuild. It is unfortunate that the lesser and darker elements of the city had to hold conflict there. Its now, more or less, under the control of the Order until their investigation is over, while still legally in my project's name. So things have been stalled. I'm very tired of dealing with these things, and knowing how slow the Church likes to move, I won't get the house back for years, maybe even decades. I want to get out of the city until I can start the project again. I'm not here asking you and your brother to do another public work's project. I'm asking you to build me a home I can have for when the city and its troubling ways get too burdensome and aggravating for me. A place I can escape to, if you will."
A pause, and then a glance to Pierrette.
"A place where your sister and I can both escape."
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Robert nodded slowly, moving to a chair near to where Pierette chose to sit. The woman picked a seat just out of Nox's easy reach, and Robert was next to her as he asked, "Do you have property already? The shape of the land should dictate the sweep of the structure, and until I know what I have to work with, I can't really give you any answers."
He pulled out a small pad of paper from his pocket, unfolding the top couple of sheets and frowning at them with a considering look. They were just sketches of the original manor, mostly for inspiration. "If you want a cottage, I'm talking bare necessities, we can knock that together pretty quickly. Later, might convert it to a servant quarters or the like, after the main house is built, but if you are looking for a getaway in the near future--"
Robert then realized he was rambling and stopped abruptly. Looking up at Nox, the man froze, even his heart shuddering a beat as he met the giant's gaze. His expression did not change beyond a slight widening of his eyes, but one could almost hear him putting rumor, myth, news, and Celeste's warnings together. Then Robert just blinked and went on like it was nothing, "Ah. How much of a hurry are you in? Less than nine months, I'm guessing."
Pierette gave a bark of laughter at the reference, then smiled happily and even blushed as one hand brushed over her still flat stomach.
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"Yes, that would be preferred." Slowly, Nox would smile, catching a whiff of something in the air. Something pleasant, and chilled, and dark, clinging to Robert briefly. "As for land, that is already purchased. The deed and right of ownership, all that useless paperwork, I'll entrust to Pier at a later date. I want it...well, the idea is rather grand, but..."
He'd go on then, explaining his idea. A larger hours, at least two stories, built somewhat out onto a lake, a shore house. A sort of water garage constructed right into the basement itself, very few windows, at least ten bed rooms, and one large room, directly in the center of the house, with a sky light, and a panoramic view of the waters. If Robert raised in objections or wanted to voice any questions, it would be hard to get a word in edge wise. Especially about the odd specifics of the center room Nox seemed so dead set on. Every other part of the house seemed to be open for negotiations, but not that room. Not in the slightest.
"I hope I explained it accurately enough for you. If you had to guess, what do you think a rough estimate would be on this?" A pause, waiting for an answer, but the mortal might find it hard to do so. At some point, the nosferatu had begun to smile. Really smile. Wide and hungry. Almost as if he was letting a bit of his true self slip through. After all....toying with mortals was so much fun. A joy unparalleled.
The grin grew wider.
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Robert listened in silence, though when Nox started to describe the center room, he frowned in thought. The momentary thought of what he was dealing with faded under the more practical and easily grasped specifics of what he was good at. A large structure, one with steel bones and concrete skin, was something he could design without having to consult books to refresh his memory.
When he had enough details, and Nox was only halfway through describing the central room, the papers came out again, this time with a pencil as well. He wrote, very neatly and small, along one corner the requirements. Then he started to do a rough sketch, simple block forms, showing a interior balcony around a two-story space with a round skylight above, though only question marks for the length and width of the room. He could roughly guess the height of the walls, assuming they would be standard.
Robert started to mumble near the end, adding up and guesstimating, so when Nox's final question came, he had a rough idea. The number on his lips was forgotten when he looked up though, and the man had to swallow the sudden jolt in his throat at the sight of all those teeth. "Ah. Well. It depends on how big, how fancy, and a few other factors. The skylight... Well, lots of factors there. I could do it cheaply with chicken wire and reclaimed glass, for example, and just melt it together artistically."
He failed to mention that he would ask the artist in the family to do it, not sure that he wanted fragile Liz to be wandering around this creature's field of vision. "Or, on the other end of the spectrum, we could go full blown, polarized lens with a retractable cover. Like an observatory might have. That would cost alot--"
Robert blinked finally, and looked over his notes again. "Few windows suddenly makes sense. Just enough to pass inspection, I'd guess. A panic room? No. You'll want hidden passages in the walls. I've always wanted to do that, to test some theories I have. It'll make maintenance much easier too." Sooner or later he would recall the number he had estimated and relay it, with the caveats that he was guessing at a certain size of building and assuming that there would be no delays or problems, and that the land was already cleared.